if ignorance is bliss, im the happiest person alive

strike up the band, i can see the procession of needy sinners. it's time to make a masterpiece! take a number, you can keep your coat but leave your brain. conformity in the form of a killer. we leave when our dreams lay lifeless on the floor. the great lizard waits patiently outside. his eyes burn the morning sky and fire pours from his lips. with one bite he will expose a maze of bones and spill the flowing seas contained inside. i'll kiss your bite marks while toxins rush to your heart. but please don't bleed on the carpet. make a hole in the roof and let the snow gather inside, a monument of perfection. a symbol of our souls! but oh how quickly it melts! i would gladly stretch my hand out to the broken-hearted widow on the sidewalk. just make sure the bright flash of your camera embraces my silhouette.